Original Prompt : What about a Curious Effie during the Victory tour, they are in seven and after the kids said their speeches and the square was cleared she wanted to explore and she goes alone to take pictures of the wooden buildings and it's crafting around the square. She doesn't care about the ammount of peacemaker that are our there, she just goes out and start wandering aroung and one peacekeaper joins her to tell her she need to get back inside, she dissmises him not giving second thoughts cause she is not doing anything wrong but the peacekeeper has low patience and take her camera down and destroyed it, she gets mad and the peacekeaper takes her by the arm to drag her to the building, she fights him ( a big mistake) and slap the man and the man slap her back and Haymitch and the others that were looking for her saw what happen and Haymitch attack the peacekeaper for what he has done and the peacekeaper doesn't care cause he is doing his job.

Wandering

Seven had a lot of interesting architectural oddities. Effie couldn't help herself, really, she had always been curious and she had a liking for architecture so, once the square had been cleared after Katniss and Peeta had given their speeches and she had made sure they were both with Cinna and Portia, she exited the Justice Building to take a look around. Buildings in Seven were really astounding, they were all built primary in wood rather than concrete which made her wonder what would happen if a fire was to arise because surely it would spread and in a matter of minutes the whole town would be ablaze…

She took a few pictures with the brand new camera she had purchased specially for the Victory Tour, and wandered further down the square, quietly humming to herself.

"Ma'am, what are you doing here?"

The voice was deep and aggressive, she jumped with a frightened yelp, half-convinced she was going to be attacked until she caught sight of the familiar white uniform. "Oh. It's alright. I'm just looking around."

"You are not allowed out of the Justice Building." The Peacekeeper said. "You need to go back inside."

"Not allowed ?" She nearly laughed at that. "Do you know who I am?"

"No and I don't particularly care." His gun wasn't really pointing in her direction but it wasn't really pointing at the ground either and Effie didn't like his attitude.

"Well, I will have you know…" she started, a lecture already taking form in her mind.

"Is that a camera?" The man frowned and plucked it out of her hand before she could react. "Pictures are forbidden." He looked at some of the latest photo, ignoring her protestations or her attempts at getting her device back. "What are you trying to find here? Why are you so interested in the buildings?" He looked at her up and down and then snorted really unkindly. "You're the worst rebel I've ever seen."

He threw her camera on the ground and stomped his foot upon it.

"What on Earth! Are you mad? Do you know how much this camera costs?!" she shouted, incensed by his idiotic behavior. "You are going to pay for it. You…"

"You are going to shut up." He sneered, grabbing her arm to drag her God knew where.

She automatically tried to get free, now genuinely scared of this man who was clearly deranged, but he refused to let her go. So she did what countless instructors had taught her in her auto-defense classes, she started screaming and struggling as fiercely as she could. The Peacekeeper clearly wasn't expecting that because he was so surprised his grip slackened and she managed to escape. Unfortunately, her heels only took her so far before he grabbed her once again, more roughly than before. She screamed harder.

"Shut up, you worthless…" he started. It was instinct really. It wasn't much of a punch, more of a slap of sort, but still she hit with her fist rather than her palm. Her hand hurt afterwards. She understood her mistake the second she caught sight of his irate face, it was too late for regrets though. She didn't even have time to raise her hands to protect her face before the blow came down. He slapped her so hard her vision went white and she fell on the ground hard. "Up." the man commanded. "I said up." He went to grab her arm again but, all of a sudden, he was yanked back and thrown far from her.

"Oh, Effie, are you alright?" Portia asked, clearly frightened. The stylist crouched next to her, trying to get a good look at her face. She helped her to her feet.

"What do you think you're doing ?" Haymitch growled, marching toward the Peacekeeper.

"Haymitch, stop." Cinna warned, a restrictive hand on his arm.

They were both standing in front of Portia and Effie, effectively protecting them from the Peacekeeper who had gotten back to his feet and was pointing his gun at them. Another Peacekeeper was standing on the side, he was older and looked annoyed at the commotion.

"This man attacked me." Effie explained, hugging herself.

"She was taking pictures of the buildings, sir." her attacker said, to the older one. "I believe she's a…"

"She's District Twelve escort." Haymitch cut in, there was something threatening in his voice. "You just hit a Capitol citizen."

"Pictures aren't allowed." the older Peacekeeper said, waving at the other one to lower his gun. "And she wasn't supposed to be out of the Justice Building so this begs the question, what was she doing out there?"

"I wasn't doing anything wrong." Effie protested, annoyed. "I was just…"

"Shut up, sweetheart." Haymitch instructed. It wasn't harsh but she instinctively fell silent despite the rudeness of it. "Cinna, why don't you take Portia inside and check on the kids?"

The stylists hesitated but the older Peacekeepers nodded at them to go. Without Portia by her side, Effie felt strangely vulnerable so she went to stand closer to Haymitch. He stepped slightly in front of her. What he was doing wasn't lost on her. He was shielding her.

"You really think an escort could be a rebel?" Haymitch snorted. "Peacekeepers aren't bright in this part of the country, are they? She's Capitol through and through, that one."

"What was she doing out there, then ?" her attacker asked.

"I…" Effie huffed, but Haymitch reached behind him and gripped her wrist so she stopped talking.

"Never said she was clever." He squeezed her arm softly.

The old Peacekeeper seemed really irritated by the whole business. "Go back inside, both of you, and stay where you're supposed to be. You've been warned."

Haymitch didn't lose a second in dragging her back inside. He opened the first door he found and pushed her inside.

"This is unbelievable!" she fumed, as soon as they were alone. "I will lodge an official complaint and…"

"Are you stupid?" Haymitch snapped, steering her to one of the window to look at her cheek in the light. "What were you doing out there? Were you trying to get yourself killed?" There was absolutely nothing gentle in the way he gripped her chin to study her face. "Fuck, Effie, use your head!"

"I just wanted to look at the buildings." she muttered, lowering her eyes. "No one was there. I didn't think there would be any danger."

"Yeah, think again." The tip of his fingers brushed against her cheek but she flinched back. It was throbbing. "It's going to leave a bruise." he said, more calmly. "Put more make-up on. I don't want the kids to see that." She nodded sheepishly, her eyes filling up with tears. "That was reckless and stupid. I expected some stunt like that from Katniss' or Peeta's prepteam, not from you. You're clever, you must know what's happening out there, why tempt fate?"

"I didn't think there would be a problem." she said defensively, folding her arms protectively. "There was no one there. Quit scolding me, you're not the one with the bruised cheek."

"No. I'm the one who almost punched a Peacekeeper because he raised a hand on you. I don't need to tell you what's the punishment for attacking a Peacekeeper in the Districts, do I?"

Their eyes met abruptly. She didn't need him to tell her. She knew. Death.

"I am sorry." There was nothing else to say, really. "I really didn't mean…"

"Yeah, right." He brushed his fingers against her cheek again, more carefully. "Does it hurt?" There was something dark and dangerous in his voice, something that told her he desperately wanted to find the man who hurt her and introduce him to his knife.

"No." she lied. "My hand hurts much more." She showed him the bruised knuckles.

"Did you do that when you fell or…" he frowned, propping it on his palm to have a closer look. "You punched him. Even more stupid than I thought. And you nearly broke your hand, too. Did no one teach you how to punch?"

"I can't say someone did." She felt vexed. Her blow hadn't been that bad.

He looked at her with exasperated fondness. "Here." He took hold of her unhurt hand and manipulated it until it was a fist. "Like that. Never say I never did something for you. Now, don't go and hit anymore Peacekeepers, Trinket."

"Are you still mad at me?" she asked, a little uncertainly.

"Yes." His mouth was pinched in a hard line. "But I'm madder at the man who hurt you."

"I am sorry" she said again because she had been stupid, she could acknowledge that at least.